The door was open and a ray of sunlight revealed warped floorboards so I
Went inside and the boards creaked under my weight
There was an old locket in that beam of sunlight so I
Stooped to claim it but there was a sound from
The shadowed hall beyond like
Claws ripping at the couch cushions and then stopping suddenly
And I looked down that hallway, locket in hand--it was cold--
And I decided to back out but it was too--
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